In an Exam Mode

With the half-yearly exams kicking off, our school has switched back to an exam mode. Exam’s like a science laboratory for teachers to snatch the slide of our children’s work under the microscope of their red pen. The strange syringe filled with a red injectant destines the fate of our children.

After having appeared so many exams as a student, I can clearly see the shadows of tensions that overcast our hearts. The word exam, for some, is like adopting a regime to undergo a strict diet schedule, escaping a few of the timely meals simply because they are caught by the exam fever. For few who always trod with time, it’s a mundane bridge that they casually walk over it. But, at least a few segments are still there crippled by exam epidemics, making them suffer insomnia, amnesia, negligence, be dreamy, preoccupied and vague.

My school children sprinting with the first Mid-term exam paper

The most interesting and captivating moment during such climate is that we can see the forecast of different weather on the face of our children. Some sweat depicting a farmer in a sub-tropical area while others freeze like mountaineers on top of the Everest. Few emit heat not less than a turbo engine and some gaze at the empty ceiling wrinkling their forehead as if they can fix the exact number of cement molecules used.

After being a teacher, I can watch many scenes in this exam drama. Having said this, I am not being celebrative of our children’s challenges and struggles. This drama is absolutely necessary because it has only been a stage to showcase their academic talents and creative wits. It is an academic event where both academic Olympics and Paralympics are held together without any bigotry.